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“I’ve never seen something so big,” she exclaimed.

Then she gave him a look filled with apology. “Not that it’s not good-looking or anything. It’s a very nice-looking cock. Very handsome and big and sexy and big and cute and big.”

“So it’s big,” he said dryly.

“Dude, that thing’s a monster. A very sexy monster.”

He just shook his head at her antics. “You don’t need to worry. I’m not going to hurt you with it.”

“I know. You’d never do anything to hurt me,” she said.

Sometimes he couldn’t believe the way she trusted him. He didn’t think that anyone had ever had faith in him like she did. It was something he wanted to protect and look after.

Grabbing some shower gel, he started to wash her with gentle strokes. It became impossible to keep his arousal under control as he touched her soft skin. He ran his hands over her back first and down her ass. Dear Lord, that was a perfect ass, plump and perky.

He forced himself to keep moving down her legs before turning her around so he could wash back up them. She must have shaved her legs at some stage because they were smooth as silk. He was crouched down with his face level with her pussy. Leaning forward, he placed a light kiss on her mound, unable to help himself. She let out a small groan, and he glanced up at her to see whether she was scared or aroused.

Oh, that was definitely a look of arousal on her face.

Standing, he moved his hands up over her hips and stomach to her breasts, cupping them, feeling them, running his thumbs over the nipples.

“Oh, dear God,” she whispered. “Are you sure that we can’t⁠—”

“I’m sure,” he said. “No pleasure before a punishment.”

“Are you sure I’m well enough?” she said as he ran his hands over her shoulders and arms, washing her completely.

“Are you saying you still feel unwell?”

That reminded him that she had a doctor’s appointment tomorrow that he had to take her to.

“No,” she told him. “I’m completely well.”

“Good.” He spun her around again and grabbed hold of her hands, raising them up high and placing them against the shower wall. Then he reached around her, playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples lightly. He bit down on her neck, giving her a touch of pain and she moaned.

Seemed she might like a small bit of pain with her pleasure.

Her breathing grew faster.

Fuck, she was sexy. She was killing him. His cock was now hard and he knew he had to get out of here before he did something that he would regret.

Although he wouldn’t regret it that much.

He turned off the water and got out of the shower, hastily wrapping a towel around himself before grabbing another one for her. He helped her out and wrapped one towel around her, then another around her hair. He wanted to dry her off, but his control wasn’t going to last much longer.

Which was a bit of a shocking revelation for someone who’d thought his control was unbreakable.

“I’ll find you some clothes and put them on the bed,” he said hastily before he left the room.

Huh. He’d run off in a hurry.

Aimee stared after Ammo worriedly. Was it something she’d done? But she hadn’t done anything and he’d seemed very, very happy with her.

Was that it?

She’d gotten a few glimpses of his cock as he’d washed her in the shower and yeah, he’d seemed to like what he saw.

Had he had to leave because of that? Because he’d been hard?